Not exactly. [No, never used to it, not so much to expect it like one expects a clock to turn, that would be grim even for men in their relative, hm, health positions. Octavian's hand stays in Viktor's hair, a smooth and repetitive comfort, while he thinks.]

But I do think you will overtake it before it overtakes you. The grief.

[Not, at least not yet, the dying— he's not unconvinced the two of them could come up with a way to set back Viktor's symptoms, if not eliminate them entirely. Perhaps a bit of intricate runework, like his body? It's worth thinking about.

That's for later, though. Here, it's the grief, and he believes Viktor is stronger than the weight of it, too clever and driven to get lost wandering in the halls of despair. He wouldn't call that "getting used to it," though; it's subtler than that.]

I do not believe you persist to move from one death to another. You shine far too brightly for that.